Page 92 of Clash of Sin and Secret

“You like it when I ride your cock, Viking?”

He barks a laugh and tightens his grip on my hips. “Has any man ever said no to that question?”

Taking control, he lifts me up before sliding me back down. The first few times are a slow and sensual glide, but then he ups the pace.

I press my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I grind on him, chasing that delicious zing of sensation building deep inside me.

“Lean back, princess.” The way he looks at me, his gaze hooded and dark, is way too sexy.

I do as he says and lean back, reaching behind my butt to grip onto his thighs. As I do, he slides his thumb over my clit and spurs me closer to the edge of my control. “So pretty.”

He must know I’m close to finding my release from the breathy sounds I’m making because he thrusts his hips to meet me each time I come down on him.

Repeatedly he fills me, stretching me until my head falls back, and I shatter. It’s perfection. The world beyond this room dissolves as my insides clench him with greedy abandon.

The rush of wet heat that he calls from me slicks us both and makes the slide and glide that much smoother.

He lifts my hips and sets me on the bed beside him. “On your knees, princess.”

In a quick scramble, I crawl on all fours and he positions himself behind me. He grabs my hips and pushes back inside me. “I’m going to take you hard. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes!” I moan as he slams into me. The force behind his thrust is incredible.

He wraps the length of my hair in his fist and tugs my head back. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not,” I breathe, my words coming out breathless. “I love it.”

The sounds of my moans and our bodies slapping together are unhinged and I’m thankful the royal residence is so big, or the noise we’re making would be echoing through the compound.

Or it is…

I don’t care.

“Looks like you two are back from your outing and forgot to invite me to the party.” Zane is striding across my bedroom, shedding clothing as he comes.

Huntley doesn’t even slow down. “I’m not moving, so if you intend on joining in, pick another orifice.”

I snort. “Seriously? Orifice?”

“What would you prefer? Pleasure hole? Cock slot? Rail opening?” He thrusts hard a couple more times and I stop caring.

Zane is naked and crawls up the bed. He kisses me senseless, reaching under my chest to tweak my nipples as they sway freely. “I love you, Scots.”

“I love you, too.”

He sits back on his heals and watches the two of us for a moment while stroking himself. “So, if our Viking refuses to let me inside you, I know what orifice I’m choosing.”

He shifts behind Huntley, and I hear a slap. Huntley stiffens and loses his rhythm. “Look at how pretty that ass pinks up.”

Huntley grunts behind me and slows down. “I take it you’re going to fuck her through me?”

“Why yes…yes I am.”

The rest of the evening passes by in a haze of afterglow. I’m sore in all the right places and though it may sound greedy, it makes me miss Tucker. He and Jack left to fly up north three days ago and other than a few quick texts at an airport or a coffee shop, he hadn’t had cell service.

Apparently, the polar bear shifter village is intentionally remote and cut off from the human world.

I hope everything’s all right. Zane, Huntley, and I wanted to present a united force and go with them. But with the travel and daylight restrictions on vampires, it would have complicated things more than necessary.

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